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Post by theft on Sept 11, 2006 18:05:03 GMT -5
The cold was bitter and numbed ole' Guila, making her shaggy and damp. She stood ever still, letting the snow blanket her and occasionally shaking it off. Her deep onyx eyes glistened like coals on a snowman, but Guila's mahogany robe contrasted against the winter scope. Nares blew puffs of fog into the icy air, her main frequently being tugged at by a whistle or two in the wind.
The Grand Clearing was vast she could say so much, but it lacked in protection. Not even the slightest windbreak. Guila gave one more decent shake before getting to her point. At a brisk and high kicking trot she made due east and halted after going a few horse-lengths or so. "Vaquer Moi!" Attend to me! Cried she with desperation and nobility. And again to the east, west, and to the north she cried this. Her pacing warming her, her hopes igniting her.
Vaquer Moi! Attend to me!
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Post by cloudless on Sept 11, 2006 18:35:57 GMT -5
Saturday's Jazz
The lamb followed her mothing into the land, tredding carefully. Mom? She asked quietly, not knowing what was going on. She looked form side to side and stepped up close to the mare's side. What's going on? She asked looking up at the mare with her large deep eyes.
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Post by U.nsung H.ero™ on Sept 12, 2006 14:32:44 GMT -5
Spirit triumphantly three beated in, nape arched as flints drove the jade flat.Hello.I suppose we are here to discuss the darks? Right? Long banner cascaded over musculer chest as visionaries swept the terra for danger.
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Post by Delilah on Sept 12, 2006 17:16:38 GMT -5
Ginger fae entered the clearing, crown held high, trying not to look like a fool, tresses moved rythmically as her flints struck upon the cold hard ground. Stilts pulled her bodice alongside Spirit, depthless orbs looked to the other fae and foal, then back to Spirit. Hello she said to the fae and foal giving them a small bow. so we are to talk about the darks? she inquired as to the fae calling them.
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Post by cloudless on Sept 12, 2006 18:28:01 GMT -5
The lamb stepped closer to her mother and looked at the others. Hi.... She manadged to squeak. She didn't know if she should be scared. Umm.. Are you lights? The filly asked as her orbs deepened and her auds percked up.
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Post by theft on Sept 12, 2006 19:57:00 GMT -5
Majestic air siddled close to the others, after a breif "glance-about" for any others who might be in sight. Her expression was anxiouse, profile locked into a exciting gaze at the wonderland she was in. Though as she came near to her King and Queen, she once more became seldome, her heart rate slowing down a wee bit. The day had seemed to wiz by in an hour or less, but now time will show its great length now that the wait for Lights will begin.
"Bonjour, my Roi and Reine. And oui, if only the other Lights would show" siad she with a lowering of her air in the presence of both the King and the Queen (her French reared up when she got ancy.) She felt much obligated to the Royal Lady, but to the King she felt equality but respect nonetheless. Perhaps that was wrong. She beckoned to young Jazz, (who had grown since there last income. But how she made it on her own she will never know.) Seemingly oblivouse to her fawns's inquiry she went on to introduce herself and young Jazz to Deliliah- the chosen Queen. "Ma Dame, I am Guila, and this," Here she moved again to show her filly, "Is Saturday's Jazz. She flashed a smile, a courtious one, but she could not keep herself from her gaze wondering off... trying to seek the Lights who wil prevail through the dark times.
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Post by mystic on Sept 13, 2006 5:26:56 GMT -5
Mystic galloped up to the lights. Bowing lightly. If you do not me. I be Mystic Pride, Keeper of Lifeful Mounatin. I hear the call and I be there to help when needed. Mystic looked up at them. Looking around at them.
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Angle of Light and Promise Me came canter'n into the land. I be Angle of Light, and this be my and Strom Troopers foal, Promise Me.
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Post by nochoice on Sept 13, 2006 11:16:37 GMT -5
The slender essa wandered into the realm, amba vision flitting around the area. Nares clared, bringing in the fragrence of other equines. A soft whicker was emitted, yet, melerkies flickered, and the femme caught the tone of voices, just beyong a small cluster of foliage. Pinions carried the petite minx through the copse, soon finding the clearing. Velveted labios split open, soft, melodical lymns flowing forth. 'ello. I be Soul Music. I have guessed what we are here to talk about, yet not the main matter at hand. Almond-shaped spheres gaze around the clearing, banner slapping against her coloured hide. [/center]
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Post by U.nsung H.ero™ on Sept 13, 2006 14:32:07 GMT -5
Spirit looked to the lamb dubbed Saturday's Jazz.Yes Jazz. I am light.Light King to be exact.This is my Queen, Delilah.vocals rumbled.He pointed hid dial in the direction of Delilah.The meeting will begin when we get a few more lights.
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Post by theft on Sept 13, 2006 16:46:06 GMT -5
Four mares, the King, a stallion, and a lamb- not exactly the "army" I was expecting but we'll have to make due.But quickly after such a thought Guila reminded herself that patience is a virtue and they had until death for more Lights to prevail. Or until they were all enveloped in engulfing Darkness.
Charcoal limbs rashly traced patterns in the snow, soundlessly stroking its soft surface. The Snowing had stopped, but the cold and blanket of frost remained. Guila knew there had to be more horses out there- there just had to be! Nares caught a whiff of the enchantress downwind- a petite creature but Guila noticed that her eyes were aflame with potential. She liked the looks of her, petite though she was- mightn't it be the fact that Guila was a mighty Warmblood. She welcomed her air with a courteous nicker- it awkwardly ringing in the aid of proper speech. Then with a secretive little beckon she turned to Soul Music, making sure with another nod that she was to come close.
Her attention drifted to yet another minx, whom had entered along side the second stud of the counsel. (Guila had no fear of him, but she stayed rather close to Spirit incase one wanted to know her status of impotence.) "Bonjour, Ma Dame Angel of Light, pardon my asking, but by Storm Trooper who is your dam?" She was carefully to say such things with a low note, and after a minute or so pause after the King's declaration. But when a mare notes her stallion in formal salutations it had always interested Guila.gosh, what a crappy post. but I just sort of wanted to put 1 out there for my one skin & neck. lol
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Post by U.nsung H.ero™ on Sept 13, 2006 17:04:40 GMT -5
Spirit nodded.We must all be patient.For I know that lights will come to us soon.If we are desperate, we may have to call upon the neutrals. vocals rang.The icy atmosphere had turned Spirit's carbon into a hazy smoke.
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Post by B.oya on Sept 13, 2006 17:27:34 GMT -5
StormTrooper
He snorted as he followed the others in. He flickered his audits, unsure of what to think now. He thought that it wasn't that smart, bringing all of the lights completely away from their terras, which were now left ungaurded. Thats why he had been so unsure of coming. But as a stallion, he must attend to his duty. The large stallion rose above some others, but he expected to be treated no differently. When not seeing either Legend, nor Quest, he wondered if there was a new king. He tipped his crown to the others who had gathered. Lo everyone. His voice thundered.
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Post by U.nsung H.ero™ on Sept 13, 2006 17:33:38 GMT -5
Spirit stepped forward.Hello. I am Spirit, new light King.Delilah is my Queen.When we get more lights, we will start to discuss more. vocals rumbled. Spirit felt good that another stallion was here.Especially such a large stallion.
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Post by theft on Sept 13, 2006 19:24:51 GMT -5
hm... this post is probably only good until the middle? it drags a bit but something to do when you have time. SORRY! Never did the thought cross her, nor the pain ache her that her dear Quest was gone now. She could not admit to herself that he was dead, so she simply assumed his disappearance. But a king, of all horses, to disappear? That wasn't even in the likely-hood of stallions is general. Guila loved her Quest dearly, though they saw scarce of one another before Guila's one disappearance. And what did she come back to? The lands trapped in a shadow cast by the lack of a King- without Quest, without hope. Then Spirit came to the throne and Guila (after much thought and consideration) had to take action. That is a story in its self, but Guila is no one to read any other's mind so these ideas never actually entered her head. She was to anxious to do anything about her past- she was in the present and pushing hard for the future.
Nor did Guila consider what was happening to the unprotected lands. The mares left to fend for themselves while their stallions were at a counsel that could last for days. Logically, since this is a counsel for all Lights nothing should be of loss. But once again, Guila is no physic!
The entrance of the second steed did little to impress her, she was hoping for the grand arrival of a herd complete with Betta colts and a dozen mares at least. If only Guila would lower her expectations... Nonetheless with each and every arrival her hope jumped another notch. Now if only Spirit would start to speak to the rally, or perhaps give my Guila something to do or a que to speak her mind. Perhaps he was waiting till every single hide was in sight- using the time to manipulate his battle plan... When this dawned on her she also calmed, trying to predict what Spirit was going to say. And how she might react when questioned. And still she couldn't stop thinking: every second that passes is another second closer to the Field's climax.
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Post by cloudless on Sept 14, 2006 10:10:03 GMT -5
Jazzy's eyes wided even more when she heard he was king. But she stayed close by Guila's side. She was still little and couldn't fend for herself that well. She'd just scraped by while Guila was gone.
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